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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PLAYER1. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 10.11.0.0.01 *** PLAYER1 has joined 10.11.0.0.01 <PLAYER1> If you're looking for someone you knew as Yugi before June, you've found him! It's Atem, leave a message.

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[knifemonopoly]

[A dark flush appears in Atem's cheeks, darker than when he's fed on human blood. Ryou's is shadowy, even when he's solid...it looks more like a bruise than a blush. A breath in, then out.]

You're making it very hard to finish what I'm doing.

[He puts the cloth down on the nightstand, and leans over Ryou, one hand bracing himself against the bed. The other takes hold of Ryou's chin, playful and warm. It is very hard to resist requests when Ryou gets like this. But, if Atem doesn't, he'll get blood all over his pillow until the bleeding slows down...can he pull away from bumping their noses together long enough to get a plaster on?]

You know I can't deny you anything...

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou doesn't care about the blood. He cares about being intimate with Atem. This is the part of the bite that's almost out of his control...except that he's aware of the feeling it gives him, the calmness, the pliant nature, and, well. The friskiness. He lets himself fall into it.

Everyone on that post was terrible. He doesn't want to think about them, even though he knows he'll go back and read all of the other messages. Right now...he is interested in bracing one elbow against the bed and closing the distance between their lips. He's getting that kiss, even if he has to go the rest of the way for it, because whether he's trying to forget the network or not, they're allowed to be close like this, right? Atem wants to be close to him...just as much as Ryou wants to be close.]

[knifemonopoly]

Okay, okay...

[He murmurs it against Ryou's mouth, pushing him back down onto the pillow. The tendril around Ryou's waist tightens, an affectionate squeeze, and his hand goes to Ryou's stomach, sliding lightly and unhurriedly up it to Ryou's chest.

They're going to kiss, for now. Atem doesn't have to worry about the bite mark. It'll heal, and it's not his job to override what Ryou's asking for, to do what Atem thinks is best...he respects Ryou enough to listen to him, to give what he wants weight.]

[softspokenlandlord]

[Yes, good...

Ryou knows...he'll get tired long before this gets too far. But it's been so long, he's been bedridden for the better part of a month already and he misses being able to react. So he can't help arching off the bed just a bit as he feels Atem's fingers skim along his solid skin.

He did work for this. He did earn it, and although his mind is in a haze, he can accept that much for now. He'll kiss Atem until he's breathless, his tail shifting from bright yellow to a softly pulsating blue as he coils it around Atem's side, below his shirt.

Ryou wants to stay alert. He wants to be awake...but the glow in his eyes is dimming, he's tired. So tired...he almost murmurs an apology when he has to break away from the kiss, but then he thinks better of it and instead says:]

Thank you...I'm always so happy with you...

[knifemonopoly]

Good.

[Ryou deserves every bit of happiness he gets. Everything he can snatch out of Ryslig's jaws, keep for himself, he should have...

...and then the power goes out. All the lights flicker off, the heater grinds to a halt, and from the living room, there's a confused lion-squeak.]

[softspokenlandlord]

[When the lights go out, Ryou blinks a few times, his glowing eyes of some benefit, but they remain relatively dim, only glowing a little brighter out of surprise. His tail flickers back to yellow, and it's much brighter, like a snake wrapped around Atem's body.

It takes a moment, but it shifts back to blue again as Ryou tiredly sighs and wraps an arm around Atem's shoulders, gently pulling him in as close as possible.]

To hell with it. Don't need lights.

[He's gonna stay right here, not care what caused the lights to go out in their apartment, and spend time with the person he loves. Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything. The only concession he will allow is if Tybolt moseys himself into the room with the indignance of an irritated housecat, but he rather doubts that'll be too much trouble.]

[knifemonopoly]

[Should he...?

Should he go? Atem wonders. Something's going on, that he doesn't know about, should he find out what, and if it needs to be fixed...?

Then, Ryou's arm wraps around him, and the light his tail is giving off goes back to a calming blue. He's pulled in, and doesn't fight it...his face tucks itself against Ryou's jaw, the tension leaves his body, and he settles in to stay.

If it's the lights, it's probably Lila. And Mukuro and Komaeda know that, too. They can handle it. They're better equipped than he is, especially right now.]

It'll be fine.

[He presses a kiss under Ryou's ear, breathing out a calm, contented sigh.

If Tybolt comes in, Atem will allow him up onto the bed, especially since Ryou seems too tired to kiss much more. Otherwise...this is where they'll stay.]